Washington. "Exegi monumentum ære perennius."-HORACE. "Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven; But the eternal substance of his greatness." The FAMILIAR to me is each mightiest name The North sent forth her "Scourge of God" the Hun; The East yet shakes at Timur's horrid fame; And in these latter days how redly shone Washington. (Continued.) "Ille, velut pelagi rupes immota, resistit, "Justum et tenacem propositi virum Si fractus illabatur orbis, Impavidum ferient ruinæ."-HORACE. BEHOLD him, champion in young Freedom's fight, While the drunk World reel'd round him; and his task Complete, resume the simple citizen; So die exemplar to us petty men ; A spectacle for all futurity. Tutashington. (Concluded.) "Calm as a frozen lake, when ruthless winds It is the mighty calmness of thy soul Of fireside years, thy rule laid freely down. So some vast lake of thy Columbia shows, So, when the summer suns above it pass, Reflection on the History of Man. Ὅτι μὲν οὖν πᾶσιν τοις οὖσιν ὑπόκειται φθόρα καὶ μεταβόλη σχέδον οὐ προσδεῖ λόγου· ἱκανή γάρ τῆς φυσέως ἀνάγκη παραστῆσαι τὴν τοιαύτην πίστιν.-POLYB. 1. 6. c. 57. I HEARD two Voices: one was of Despair, Wailing the mournful changes of the Past:"What," sighed she, "what of good or great shall last? "Though now Art tills the soil that erst was bare, "Though Freedom reigns, and Science smileth where "All once with Ignorance was overcast, "Shall not the Western World, tho' proud and vast, "The fate of Egypt and of India share? "These, long degenerate, wrapt in sloth and gloom, "Were Learning's birthplace, Glory's primal throne; "Art's infant cradle, Wisdom's sacred well. "A curse is on Man's greatness, like the doom "Of him who rolls up Hades' steep the stone "That ever slips back to the abyss of Hell." Beflection on the History of Man. (Continued.) "There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.' TENNYSON. THE other Voice was Hope's: "No more," her song, "Worse than Egyptian darkness shall confound "This living globe. The blessed ships, that bound "O'er ocean, waft to each unletter'd throng "True Wisdom; Right at length shall master Wrong; "Love root out Prejudice; fair Peace be crown'd "Eternal; War be trampled on the ground, "And Earth its last, best, victor-shout prolong. "No more shall perish human Thought:-no more, "Rob'd in rich vellum, screen'd from vulgar eyes, "Exclusive Knowledge sleeps; to cottage door, "Equal, as to the palace gate, she flies; "Nor barbarous horde, nor power's unchalleng'd sway, "Shall shut her henceforth from the light of day." |